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repulsiveliquidation · 5 months

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To Love Someone

Ona Batlle x Reader, Part 2 of The Best of Me, inspired by this request!

currently obsessed with Benson Boone's song To Love Someone lol

word count : 6.1k, enjoy my longest fic yet.

warnings of knifes, blood, kidnapping and SMUT.

Over the next few months, you slowly began to be more comfortable with changing around the girls. You had mentioned off-handedly to Alexia that you were getting more comfortable with changing around Ona and that you wanted to start changing with the girls in the changing room. You figure she must have said something because when you had taken your shorts off in front of them the first time there was little to now acknowledgment from the girls. Ona gave you a big smile when you pulled on your training shorts, the rest of the girls coming up to you to give you pats on the back and squeezes on your shoulder; without saying much, they had shown you their support and that they were proud of you for trusting them. The original five stayed behind, wrapping you up in a group hug as you softly cried. Ona held you face softly with tears in her own eyes, pecking your lips as she mumbled praises only for you to hear.

“I’m so proud of you, bebita. You’re so brave, the girls and I are all so proud of you.”

Alexia pulled you into her arms, hand cradling the back of your sniffling head.

“I told them that you were ready and to not overwhelm you. Was that okay? Did anyone make you uncomfortable? I’ll tell them for you if you want, you don’t need to. I’m sorry if they did.”

You grab her hands and hold them to your chest, you lean in and give her cheek a soft peck.

“You’re a right worrier, Ale. It was perfect, the girls were the best. You’re the best, thank you for looking out for me. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“You’re like a little sister to me, nena. I’d do anything for you, I love you.”

“I love you too, Ale,” you turned and faced all the girls; Ona was hugging Aitana and Lucy, Ingrid was wiping away tears as Mapi quietly teased her. Your heart swelled at the sight of them, feeling safe in their presence. You had finally learnt how to put your past in the past and these girls, including Leah, were the only reason you could, the only reason you felt strong enough to even try.

“You girls are the reason I could take that step towards being myself around the team and I cannot thank you enough. Ona, if you hadn’t unintentionally touched me that day, I wouldn’t be here today. There were days before we met where the voices in my head were too loud and quite often took control. When I allowed myself to love you, they eventually stopped. You showed me that I could love and that I could be loved. Ale, you took me in when I didn’t have anyone. You showed me that family doesn’t need to be blood. Lucy, you and Leah showed me that people really can be kind just because and not expect anything in return. Amanda has never let me pay her back for all that she did for me. ‘Just go keep Leah entertained, darling. Lord knows that child can be a right handful,’ she used to say, pushing me out the back door.” You chuckled at the memory, clearly hearing Amanda’s voice like she was right there with you. You turned to Aitana and continued.

“Tana, you showed me that love comes in many forms. I know we aren’t that close but you have stood by me because you’re close to Ona, your silent support has been more impactful than you worry about with Ona. You were there for her when I couldn’t be. Lastly, Mapi and Ingrid. You two have been like parents to me, a shining example of how two people can and should love each other. You’ve helped me try to love Ona the same way. I love you all, more than words could ever say.” You wipe a couple tears away, grinning a little. “Okay, spiel over,” You end with a soft chuckle, just as Mapi is now in tears as she pulls you in for a rough hug. You laugh and rub her back, the rest of the girls now making fun of her.

“Y/N? Could we have a word?” Jonatan asks, standing near the water coolers with Alexia and Lucy. You jog over, letting go of Ona who was hugging you.

“Yeah, Jonatan?” you reach over and grab your bottle, taking large sips. A few weeks after your affectionate confession to the girls you had finally gotten to courage to wear a short-sleeved shirt. You were still weary of being exposed so you compromised with keeping your pants long this time but a short sleeve shirt was something that you can barely remember putting on since you left home all those years ago. The breeze on your arms was something you didn’t even know you missed, not to mention being able to touch Ona with all that newly exposed skin. She snuck into your arms while you were talking to Pina and Patri, her rough palms simply rubbing over your fine-haired arms. She felt the warmth in your skin give her a sense of safety, choosing to close her eyes and listen to you talking to your teammates. When you were called over to Jonatan, you kissed the side of her head and left, jogging over towards them. She watched you carefully, trying to read his lips as he talked quite seriously with you. Alexia standing there with Lucy did nothing to soothe her worries but she trusted them to have your back should something bad happen. Pina and Patri seemed to have the same thought as Ona, they too stopped talking and watched the four of your closely. Pina spoke first, when she saw you shaking your head then nodding.

“I’m sure it’s nothing, Oni. She’s okay.”

Ona could only nod, biting her fingernails in worry.

“Yeah, Jonatan?”

“I see that you’ve made use of our new training jersey. It looks great on you,” he compliments, knowing your story after you spoke to all the coaches a week ago.

“Thanks, I like it. What did you want to speak to me about?”

“You know our fixture next week is a friendly in England? Against Arsenal?”

“Yes sir.” “I know it was scheduled for Leigh Sports Village at our request but there’s been a mix up.”

“Okay, so?”

“It’s been changed to Meadow Park.”

You try to keep your calm and nod, feeling like the walls were closing in despite being outside. You take deep breaths and find yourself, Alexia’s arm wrapping around your shoulders. You take a big sip of water, calming down enough to keep them from being more concerned.

“I understand if you don’t want to be a part of the travelling team.”

“No, no. I want to play. I can.”

“Nena, you don’t need to push yourself too fast. You don’t need to go if you’re not comfortable yet.”

“No, Ale. I’ve been running for years. 6 years. No more, I can’t let him keep controlling me this way,” you tell her, convincing yourself at the same time. She looks at you stone-faced, eyebrows indicating that she was buying none of it. She didn’t protest it however, nodding slowly at you before turning back to Jonatan. He smiled softly, calling out to the girls to tell them that training was over for the day. Ona came up behind you and hugged you, you jumped out of your skin when she held you. You managed to brush it off with laughter, scolding her affectionately for scaring you. You lean back into her a little before putting your bottle back into the carrier before taking her hand and pulling her towards the changing rooms. The girls watched and smiled fondly, thinking that you were dragging Ona away for some private time but Alexia knew you better than they did.

Maria saw the cross look on her face as she watched you two disappear out of her sight. She watched Alexia mumble under her breath a little, shoving her bottle into the cooler a little too aggressively.

“Alexia? What’s gotten into you?”

“She’s pushing herself too fast.”

“Who? Y/N?”

“Yes,” she turns, facing Aitana, Maria, Ingrid and Lucy. “She wants to go to England with us for the Arsenal friendly next week.”

“So? The stadium and hotel aren’t close to where she used to live.” Maria says, clearly she didn’t check her email.

“You idiot, didn’t you see the stadium change? It’s at Meadow Park now.” Lucy tells her, running a hand down her face in frustration.

"Oh, Dios mío" Aitana exclaims, hand flying to her mouth in surprise.

“We must keep an eye on her, only God knows what could happen if that asshole finds out she’s coming home.”

“What’s wrong Y/N, you’re scaring me.”

“I just need you to sit,” you tell her, pushing her into an empty treatment room. She sits, pulling you into her arms wordlessly. You breakdown the moment your face tucks into her neck, wrapping your arms around her waist as she comforts you. Her hands rub the back of your neck just how you like, the other circling over your back.

“Shh, shh tell me what’s wrong bebé.”

You sniffle, mumbling into her neck a response. “We’re going to England next week.”

“Yes, I know. Nowhere near your father bebita, we will make sure of that.”

“No, Ona. They changed the stadium venue.”

“To where?”

“Meadow Park.”

She freezes her comforts, her time in London serving her with good memory of where that was. She knew the area relatively well, realizing that it was just under an hour away. The game was a big one, with Barcelona coming to England, it was widely advertised. When the game was scheduled for Manchester, two and a half hours seemed like a decent distance but an hour was not as comforting.

“Mi amor, you don’t have to go.”

“I don’t want to but at the same time I can’t keep letting him win.”

“But I don’t want you to be looking over your shoulder the whole time, cariño.”

She pulls your face out of her neck and wipes away your tears. She kisses the apples of your cheeks and smiles softly, leaning in to kiss you properly. You sigh into the kiss, melting into her arms as they wrap around your shoulders and you pull her closer to stand between her legs. They too wrap around your hips, your hands pulling her closer. She’s pressed flush to your body, before you pull away slowly and press your forehead to hers.

“I can’t keep running away from him. I want him to see who I am, the name I made for myself. The pain I turned into success. The pain that still consumes me sometimes but I am better than he ever said I could be.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too, baby,” You sigh and look at her. “Thank you for being here with me.”

She cups your cheeks, you hold her wrists and lean into her palm. You press a soft kiss to it, looking up into her beautiful brown eyes. She looks at you with love you can see, her thumbs rubbing into your cheeks with love you can feel. You close your eyes again, taking in her presence and her soft breaths. It calms you, easing your worries about the thought of meeting your father again.

“Are you ready, amor?”

“Ready as I’ll ever be.”

You’re at the airport, sitting in the departure lounge with the team. Ona was on your left and Alexia on your right. She had been following you the whole day, doing her best impression of a bodyguard. You’ve got Ona’s legs draped over your thigh, softly rubbing her exposed skin as she’s already about to fall asleep. You’re also in a heated debate with Maria, trying to figure out what to do once you’ve gotten to London.

“Maria, we are not going to all get matching tattoos.”

“Why not? I have a brilliant design!”

“That will not go near my skin.”

“Are you saying my design is ugly and that you don’t want my artwork to grace your body?”

“Sí.”

“Why you little–”

“That’s enough, elskling. Plane’s boarding.” Ingrid snaps at her, rolling her eyes as she grabs her bag, leaving Maria to gather her stuff alone.

“We aren’t done, you back stabber.”

“Oh, I’m just shaking in my boots.”

“I’ll just do the chips and a glass of water please.”

“Uh, the same for me.”

As the flight attendant hands you your snacks, Ona takes hers and waits for the flight attendant to walk away. She suddenly pulls your hand into her lap; you look up at her, smiling softly before you see the concerned look she’s got. You see that she’s got a flavor of chips she doesn’t like.

“You want to trade? I know you don’t like those.”

“Huh? Oh, Sí, gracias.”

You use your other hand to swap the chips but she looks distracted, eyebrows furrowed like she’s thinking really hard about if she should speak.

“Darling? You okay?” you ask first, squeezing her hand that you’re holding.

“Are you sure you’re okay to be there tomorrow?”

“Yes, I’ll be okay. I don’t even know if he’s alive, let alone still living there.”

“He is, he’s still there.” Alexia interjects, looking up from her iPad she was furiously typing on in front of you.

“How do you know?”

“Leah told me, I asked,” she answers simply, tone indicating that she was not about to argue with you.

You huff, leaning back into your seat as Ona softly rubs your forearm. Her thumb rubs over the cigar scar there, something that oddly gave you comfort; a gentle reminder of your strength.

“I’m sure she’s got a good explanation, bebé.”

“Yeah…”

Alexia gives Ona an apologetic look, sighing softly to herself as she goes back to typing aggressively.

“Ona, wait.”

Alexia called, hand resting on her shoulder as she caught up to her. You were walking with Lucy and Aitana, telling them about Maria’s idea for matching tattoos. Maria pokes in, pulling out her phone to show her design off and argue her case. Ona merely looks up at Alexia, a look of slight disappointment on her face. Alexia can see it, eyes going soft with embarrassment.

“I called Leah to ask her to check, I promise I’m just looking out for her Oni,” Alexia explains herself, walking with Ona towards the bus. Ona sighs.

“I know, it’s just– I can see that it’s really taking a lot out of her to be here. She’s hasn’t exactly been sleeping well. I found her sitting in the living room watching film two nights ago at 3 in the morning. She had the tv on but she was picking at her scars. The one on her forearm was bleeding because she dug her nails into it and broke the skin.”

“Fuck Oni, I’m sorry. I know it’s still hard for her but she refused to stay home and insisted she was okay.”

“She loves this team too much to be a disappointment. But, I think she needs this to fully have closure. I think it’s what she needs to put this behind her for real.”

Ona steps onto the bus, Alexia following behind her with a soft nod. Ona sees you tucked in the back by yourself, smiling as she walked over to you.

“Is that seat taken?”

“Oh yes, it’s for my beautiful girlfriend. I’m sorry.”

“I see, what is she like?”

“She’s really pretty and she’s the cutest. She lets me have an extra cookie after dinner and loves me for who I am,” you tell her proudly, a soft blush creeping up her cheeks. You hold your hand out to her and pull her into the seat next to you, grinning happily.

“Hello pretty girl.”

“You’re so silly.”

“You’re welcome.”

The ride into London was better than you thought it would be. You and Ona talked about all the places you both knew, you pointing out more places that she didn’t know about and that you promised to take her to one day.

At the hotel you’re a little jumpy, you held onto Ona’s hand a little tighter than usual but she didn’t mind. Alexia made sure that you were roomed with Ona too, Alexia’s room was right next door. You did not sleep again that night, drifting in and out of consciousness the whole time. Ona felt her heart shatter, feeling helpless at not knowing how to help you. You did fall asleep for about twenty minutes, waking up suddenly after you had a nightmare. You yelled, heart racing in your chest. It scares Ona awake too, she pulls you into her arms to soothe you quickly. You’re sobbing into her chest, hands tugging on your shirt she’s wearing.

“Shh, bebé. It’s okay.”

“I don’t think I can do this, Ona.”

“I know bebita, we don’t have to. But, you said that it would be good for you. You need to overcome it cariño, you can’t run forever.” It pained her to say it but she knew that it was what you needed to hear. You nodded into her chest, your sobbing slowly subsiding. She pulled you into her chest more, laying down slowly. You were basically on top of her, her hands softly carding through your hair. She began to silently cry too, her heart breaking yet again as she felt the pain her lover was going through. It killed her to see you scared like this, a feeling she wanted to badly to take away from you.

She knew that love and patience was all she could give you and she was going to do her best to make sure you felt it.

“Y/N!”

“Leah!”

You both ran up to one another for a big hug. You picked her up and spun her, wrapping your arms around her tighter. You’d last seen her at the World Cup (a/n let us all pretend that our beloved captain was there), going through the loss together.

You talked and talked, soon half the Arsenal girls were chatting with the Barça girls before heading in to change and warm up.

“Been a while since I’ve played against you, Lee. You ready to lose?”

She shoves you playfully, chuckling when you lose your balance.

“You wish, L/N. May the best team win.”

“I love you, Leah.” You quietly tell her, pulling her into one last hug. “You’re the reason I’m still here today.”

“You’re basically my sister, I love you too. I’m so glad you didn’t have boots that day.”

The final whistle blew, Barcelona proving to be the better team on the pitch, winning three nil with you scoring two of those goals. Leah looked a little defeated but smiled proudly when you asked for a jersey swap. She happily pulled yours on, you doing the same as you called over a photographer to snap a picture. She pulled you into the tunnel with her, explaining that she had a surprise for you.

“I swear Leah, if you pull some bullshit prank on me like you used to do when we were children I’ll call your mother.”

“Call me for what, dear?”

You turned the corner and there stood Leah’s family. You were shellshocked, stood frozen as you stared at her mother.

“Come give me a hug, you naughty girl; you never call!” Amanda quips as you literally launch yourself into her arms. She laughs and rubs your back soothingly, tears pricking in your eyes as she whispers how much she’s missed you. You pull away and she holds your face in her hands, wiping away your tears. You smile and turn to her grandmother, giving her another big hug. Her father and brother do the same, praising you for your two goals. You fall into easy conversation with them, as if time hadn’t even passed. Ona found you in the tunnel as she was walking back to the changing room, sheepishly standing to the side as she waited for you to finish your conversations. You saw her, smiling widely and holding your hand out for her to take. She shyly does, immediately introducing herself to Leah’s family.

“She’s beautiful, Y/N/N.”

“I know, she’s been so good to me. I don’t know if I could have even come here this week if it weren’t for her and the team.”

“You’re happier than I’ve ever seen you sweetheart, that makes me so happy.”

“All thanks to you, Amanda. I only have you to thank for that.” You pull her in for another hug, smiling softly as you excuse yourself to change and take showers. Amanda invites you over for tea, Leah promising to pick you up from the hotel at 4.

“Bring Ona with you, darling!” Amanda adds, a dark blush creeping up your face as you nod back at her.

Walking back to the changing rooms, Ona pulls you into her arms just before you open the door. Your hands snake around her waist, pulling her closer as you face tucks into her neck. You take a deep breath, the unique scent of Ona fills your senses. It grounds you, makes you feel at home. She kisses your cheek, hands cradling your head softly.

“I’m so proud of you.”

“Thank you, my love. I’m proud of you too.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too, darling.”

You press your lips to hers, feeling her melt into your arms. Your lips move in sync, trapping you both in a bubble of your own. Her hands hold your face as she kisses you, your hands pulling her closer by the waist. She pulls away first, smiling at you.

“We can still cuddle in bed for a bit before Leah picks us up for tea if we leave now. We can shower in the hotel.”

“Sounds like a plan.”

Ona certainly couldn’t keep her hands to herself the whole ride back to the hotel as she pulled your hands into her lap and dragged them over her thighs to get you to touch her. You were sat in the back of the bus away from everyone, the girls mostly sitting closer to the front to celebrate the win. You sat back into the seat, pulling Ona between your legs. Your hands snaked down her aching thighs, roughly kneading them in your palms. She whimpered softly, snuggling back into your chest as she closed her eyes and enjoyed your touch. Your fingers ghosted over her core, pressing teasingly around it as she whined softly. You kept your touches light and slow, soon Ona was squirming in your hold just as the bus came to a stop. She huffed, making you laugh as she urged you to hurry and grab your things. She sprinted to the room, leaving you to trail behind her. Maria catches up with you, slinging her arm around your shoulders.

“We’re going to a bar nearby for drinks tonight, hermana. Think you and your girl are up for a little celebration?”

“We’ve got plans, Maria. Tea at Leah’s house.”

“Sí, I understand. Try not to be too loud, okay?” she runs off after Ingrid, their room only a couple doors down from yours.

“María León!”

“Love you too, hermana!”

You shake your head and get to your room, seeing the door left ajar. You can hear the shower running, you check the time and smile. It’s just past 2, you had plenty of time before Leah got here.

Stripped and hair pulled out of its ponytail, you gently pull open the shower door and step in. Ona turns slowly, smiling wide when she sees you. You reach for her and kiss her, getting yourself wet under the hot shower. She moans into the kiss, hands grabbing your face to kiss you even deeper. You pick her up and press her to the wall, knee resting against her core as she grinds herself down gently. You rest your forehead on hers, feeling her warm breath as she whines softly. You kiss her neck hard, her hand pulling at your hair gently. You slowly put her down, hands caressing her soft skin while your lips begin to mark her neck.

“No marks,” she whines “Everyone will see.”

“That’s their problem,” you say, hands turning her around in your arms. Your hands begin to then caress down her sides, sending a shiver up her spine. Long fingers find her pulsating cunt, dragging themselves over her sensitive folds which elicit a long moan from her throat. You grin against her ear, fingers rubbing tight and fast circles over her wet clit. You growl nasty things into her ear, her arms grabbing your wrists as your other hand curls itself around her neck. She’s shuddering, eyes rolling into her head as you begin to push her towards her orgasm. Just as she’s about to release, your hand around her neck tightens and she goes light-headed as she reaches her high. She screams your name loud enough for people in nearby rooms to hear, holding her against your chest as she calmed down from her first orgasm.

Your quick to clean her up, stepping out of the shower with her dried body in your arms. You dump her on the bed, crawling into it to join her. She smiles and bites her lip, kissing back passionately just as your fingers find themselves back between her legs. She opens them up obediently, jaw slacking when your fingers tease her hole. A single digit dips in, teasing her again. She’s relaxed from her first orgasm as your finger slips in easily.

One digit quickly becomes three, pressing up against her g-spot that you know the location of so well. She keens and cries out your name, legs trembling in pleasure as her second orgasm begins to build behind her navel. You pull away just then, causing her head to shoot up and give you a severely annoyed look. You climb off the bed and rummage in your bag, pulling out a strap that you had hidden for emergencies such as these. She can’t even be mad at you for ruining her orgasm anymore, wordlessly scooting herself to kneel at the edge of the bed in your favorite position. You pull the harness on and look up to see her sat where you wanted her, smiling proudly at your incredibly obedient girlfriend.

You drag the tip of your cock over her folds a few times as you stand behind her, making her beg for it before it pushes into her hole slowly. She reaches back and grips your hip, steadying herself on the bed properly before giving you the nod to keep going. You hold her waist and begin to fuck her, hips pounding into her cunt with precision and determination. You push her down onto all fours, grabbing her hips and fucking into her deeper. She cries out for you, begging you to speed up your thrusts.

“Such a needy little whore, you are Ona. Do you have no shame?”

“Fuck, you feel so good…”

You plant your leg on the bed, hands pulling her back onto your cock. Your hips speed up and begin to rapidly pound into her, the moans she elicits tell you you’re hitting all the right places. She can barely speak properly, getting cockdrunk already. You chuckle, pulling her body up to press her back against your chest.

“You’re lucky we’re on the 25th floor, no one outside gets to watch you get fucking wrecked. Did you want that babe? Is that why you were being a cheeky slut on the bus? Did you want the team to watch you get fucked? I’m sure that can be arranged.”

“Fuck please, I’m gonna cum!”

“Yeah, you want to cum on my cock don’t you?”

“Yes, yes please!”

Your hand wraps around her neck tightly again as your other begins to tweak at her nipples. She shrieks, cumming hard and squirting all over the bed. You had remembered to lay a towel under her thankfully, still thrusting into her as you chased your own high. You came just as she was beginning to feel overly sensitive, pulling out of her with a shudder.

“I’m pretty sure the whole floor heard that, baby.”

“Oh no.”

“Tea was lovely, Amanda. Thank you.”

“Of course darling, you’re always welcome.”

You stepped outside for a bit with a steaming cup of tea, leaving Ona and Leah inside as they chatted with Amanda. It made you smile and your heart happy as you saw Ona get along so well with Amanda. She was the only mother figure you had in your life and she was basically family so it was like bringing your date home.

There’s a rustle in the bushes, you brush it off as a squirrel when suddenly your head hurts and there’s a bag thrown over it. You’re being dragged out the back door like deadweight. A pair of arms hauls you over its shoulder and throws you into the back of a car, speeding on off before anyone notices you’re missing.

“Where did Y/N go?”

“Maybe she went to say hi to Cathy, I thought I saw her tending to her roses.”

Ona stands, an uncomfortable feeling in her stomach. She suddenly sees the broken glass, rushing out to the patio.

“Y/N!” she yells, checking the garden for any sign of you. Leah rushes out into the road, kicking the door frustratedly when she doesn’t see a car on the road at all.

Ona is sobbing, Amanda holding her as she calls the police. Leah gives her a knowing look which she gives back, thinking exactly the same thing.

“My daughter was just kidnapped. By her own father.”

“You thought you could just run away, stupid girl?”

“From you? Yes.”

“Still haven’t learned to not talk back to me, I see. I guess my old methods need some refreshing.”

“You’re a fucking coward.”

Smack. His hand comes across your face hard. Your eyes well with tears, biting your inner lip to try and stop them from falling. You watch as he cuts a fresh cigar, lighting the end till it’s nice and ember hot. You start to shake a little in fear, the adrenaline fight or flight rush crashing down.

“What did I say about talking back to me, you ungrateful shit?”

“You’re a piece of shit excuse of a father.”

His eyes turn red with anger as the end of the cigar burns a new welt on your chest. You scream and writhe, tears you tried so hard to blink away falling down your cheeks in betrayal. He finally pulls the cigar away, laughing maniacally at the sight of you tied up and at his mercy.

“You ran away and played that stupid football when I told you not to. Disobeying me and disrespecting me, you really just needed to listen to me and we wouldn’t be in this mess.”

“You don’t deserve to be respected you pathetic joke of a man.” you panted out, the pain in your chest becoming an aching throb. He chuckled darkly, pulling out the pocket knife you had seen in your dream the day before. It felt like déjà vu, your mind going back to your time with Ona after you had the nightmare and how she held you close and told you that she loved you. You could only hope she was looking for and that she had noticed, and that you didn’t die before she could find you.

“I shouldn’t have let her out of my sight, Ale! I-I left her alone for 10 minutes!”

“It’s okay Ona, we’re going to find her. She’s a strong girl, she’ll be okay, she has to be.”

Ona was still at Leah’s home, having called the five girls who immediately rushed over. Everyone was being interviewed when suddenly the captain on scene got called in for a suspected location. Everyone rushed to the abandoned cabin just 20 minutes from Leah’s house, a witness stating that he had seen a man matching your father’s description in the area a few times before the game today.

At the cabin, the police found a horrifying scene; your father dead on top of you, knife pushed into his heart. You were covered in your own blood more than his, torso and back covered in gashes that were bleeding heavily. An ambulance was rushed to the scene, Ona and the girls having to be held back from running to you before Lucy managed to get an officer to let Ona in as family. She rushed into the ambulance, sobbing loudly as you were barely conscious. She held your hand and caressed your bleeding face, a light gash over your eye (a/n had to add in the badass scar over the eye.)

You managed to squeeze her hand a few times, her head shot up as you were rushed to the hospital.

“I’m here, mi amor. I’m so sorry bebita, I’m sorry.”

“I got him Ona.”

“Yes, I’m so proud of you mi guerrero. He can’t bother you anymore, my brave girl.”

“I love you,” you croak out, crying tears of relief as your nightmares were finally over.

“You rest, I’ll set up the couch for you.”

"Gracias, mi amor".

“Anything for you, Cariño.”

You were lying in bed back in Barcelona, a week after being kidnapped and killing your father. You weren’t being convicted, released based on overwhelming evidence of self-defense. Your injuries weren’t that severe; your chest, torso and back covered in over 75 stitches from all the gashes and burns your father gave you. He got through an hour of ‘punishing you’ when you had managed to untie yourself and fight him. He had severely underestimated your strength, your hours in the Barça gym had paid off as you landed blow after blow on his face and abdomen. It was instinctive, your body finally being able to defend itself from the monster that had a hold on you your entire life. You grabbed the knife and shoved it straight into his heart, watching the life just disappear out of him as he fell forward and onto you. Exhaustion caught up just as the police arrived and found you, relief washing over you like a massive cloud.

“Bebé?”

Ona pulled you out of your thoughts, your head shaking as you focused back on her. She smiled softly, opening her arms. You climbed out of bed, walking gingerly towards her.

“Your lounge is ready.”

You laugh and take her hand, walking towards the couch that had all your favorites set up. Pillows and blankets along with snacks were laid out for you. You saw the medical bag on the table, sighing softly as you knew what she needed to do before you could truly relax. She saw the change in your face, gently pulling you this time to sit on the couch. She gently pulls your shirt off, leaning in and kissing the scar on your shoulder. Your bare chest was littered with bandages, some of them a little soaked through with remnant of blood. Ona carefully redressed each one but today she had questions.

She pulled at the old dressing on your chest.

“What’s this one for?”

You look at her and smile a little.

“Being disrespectful.”

She redresses it and kisses it after she’s done. She moves to open the one just above your heart, the new cigar burn,

“This one?”

“Talking back.”

She redresses it and kisses it like before.

One by one she opens and asks, meticulously redressing and finishing with a kiss. You tell her about each one and it gives you closure, relief that the fight is finally over.

As she tapes down the last one, your hand cradle her face and you lean in to kiss her. You didn’t even know you were crying until she wiped them away, pressing your forehead to her own.

“Thank you, I love you and I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“I love you too. You will never have to know what it’s like without me. You’ll always know what it’s like to love someone and to be loved.”

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hana-no-seiiki · 1 year

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can we get to know the perverted faculty in midnight darling?

hoo boy. i was gonna make it a stretch goal to include each and every subject mc might get as a biology major in the philippines but have the named ones for now.

warnings: homophobic society, inappropriate teacher/student relationships, age gap, infidelity/adultery, ageism, voyeurism/exhibitionism, sexual and typical yandere themes. dark content. this is a lot smuttier than all of my previous headcannons oh god.

[previous part] — yandere bad boy/jock, good girl, nerd and president.

YANDERE COLLEGE! FACULTY! X POPULAR GIRL! READER [PANGALAWANG YUGTO / SECOND PART]

ELOISE MORIN - PHYSICS TEACHER

✎ Eloise Morin was always drawn to you. You stuck out like sore thumb in her long list of faces she had to memorize every year and was the only time she ever broke a rule. The rule being to never fall in love with one of her students.

✎ It all started with the pairing of her sister, Ella Morin (The Emo! Kid) with you in order to break her out of her shell. The other faculty members seemed to trust you, and you had perfect grades.

✎ Sometimes your harem regrets always cleaning your record with how much the professors called upon you for tasks, thus reducing your time with them.

✎ And it worked, Ella’s grades improved and the sisters’s home life was better. They started actually talking during meals. She just seemed so much happier.

✎ Eloise soon found out it wasn’t because you were friends, it was moreso that you’d relieve Ella of stress when she acted to your whims.

✎ The woman could never forget the time she caught you eating out her little sister after a study session. In her own damn home.

✎ She was confused. Any responsible teacher and guardian would put a stop to this, right? But she found herself welcoming you in every time. Ignoring your disheveled look after ‘hanging out’ with Ella. Always treating you well so you’d be incentivized to come again and again into her home.

✎ So she can watch you defiling her baby sister as she touched herself to sounds of your moans.

✎Her horny levels are pretty terrible for an adult. Eloise was brought up to be a stout, pious woman. Never to have any sexual relations before marriage, much less the same gender. She was never attracted to the men around her and through you she finally knew why.

✎ She has yet to explore her likes and dislikes but what she does know is that merely seeing you gets her absolutely dripping in arousal. She fantasizes day in and out about what you could do to her and where you could do it.

✎On her sister’s bed? The Kitchen counter as she cooked dinner for you whenever you stayed for the night? In front of the class as she teaches? On the desk of that damn principal that kept creeping on you?

✎The only thing stopping her from pouncing on you is guilt. Guilt that she’s attracted to a person much younger than her. A woman no less. What would her parents think? Sure, they’re dead. But Eloise can still imagine the disappointment they’d show if she gave into these lustful urges.

✎What Popular! Reader thinks of her : Like many of your teachers and fellow students. You see her as a means to an end. However, unlike the rest of them, Eloise does interest you the most. You’re waiting to see the moment she snaps. Ready to taint her with your colors.

AMELIA YORKSHIRE - LINGUISTICS TEACHER

✎ Amelia is the eldest teacher in the staff list. She’s a triple divorcee with a child from each husband.

✎ She craves male approval and used to work with Ricardo to bring you down a peg. Before you came in, she was known to harass her male students and show a little too much skin that it was unprofessional at best.

✎ She quickly switched to the other side after a private one-on-one exam with you.

✎ Not only did you get a perfect score in that test, you also managed to give her a better orgasm than all her husbands combined.

✎Also uses her family to get you closer. This time more intentionally. C’mon don’t you just love children? Aren’t hers the cutest?

✎She doesn’t make it discreet when it comes to her more perverted side. Often shoving her cleavage to your face when in class.

✎Tried using another student to make you jealous and that only made you turned off.

✎Is currently desperately trying to earn your attention back. At this point she might as well wear nothing to school.

✎ What Popular! Reader thinks of her: You aren’t the type to slut shame. That would be quite hypocritical of you to do. But a professor obviously perving on her students was kind of baffling. She left little to the imagination, so after your first romp with Amelia you basically never touched her again. Unknowingly making her obsession worse.

✎ Hers was a minor subject anyways, so you didn’t put that much effort into humoring her. She was a great fuck though.

MARX ESGUERRA - BIOLOGY TEACHER

✎ Now Marx was a different story entirely. Unlike your more lowkey teasing with Eloise and disinterest with Amelia. It was well-known throughout the campus of your interest with the Biology teacher.

✎ It took a while to get into his pants. Marx was known to be even worse than Eloise when it came to how strict he was with himself and his students. He was teaching a new generation of healthcare workers after all.

✎ At least that’s what you thought. You didn’t realize it was because he was studying the best way to approach you.

✎ Marx thought of you of you as perfect. He knew what he wanted and what he wanted was for you to stay by his side. Permanently. He didn’t want a shallow connection like you had with Amelia and Justin.

✎ A perfect student like you deserved a perfect relationship from start to finish. And he’ll make sure to give you that.

✎ He expects you to be completely immaculate. He has an image of you that you have to follow. He’ll drill it into your mind if he has to. A perfect man needs a perfect spouse. He’ll never settle for less. He’ll wipe all those filthy hook-ups you’ve made from history. Besides you were just practicing for him, were you not? The rumors about your supposed interest in him do no good to stifle his delusions.

✎ He bumps your grades just a little bit after your dalliances to give the impression that he definitely does not want you just for the sex.

✎ What Popular! Reader thinks of him: A total snob. But you do what you must to gain perfect grades and better opportunities for yourself. Even if it means sleeping with that narcissistic man that kept staring holes into your body.

DANIEL CRUZ - THE PRINCIPAL

✎ This man is the very definition of corrupt. He knows of every dirty little secret that has happened in the school grounds and beyond and gets paid handsomely to hide that.

✎ Thus, he’s great at hiding your little relationship with him. From the school and his older wife.

✎ You were his secret as much as he was yours.

✎ You were just so much more beautiful, younger, tighter, than that stupid woman. He only wanted her when he was younger because she looked hot back then but age wasn’t so kind. After she got pregnant with his children she started showing signs of being grotesque so he often brought home other women to their marital bed. He just couldn’t get it hard with her for the life of him.

✎The wife is unfortunately used to his ways.

✎ Ever since you though, she noticed how he brought home less and less different women. Up until it was just you. She didn’t know if it was a relief or a more terrible sign that he’d actually fallen in love with a sidepiece.

✎ She didn’t know how to feel whenever you exited her own room after a night with her husband. A sorry look on your pretty features gave her a mix of anger for you pitying her and relief that whatever her husband felt, at least it wasn’t reciprocated.

✎ Other than his wife and perhaps even children (oh god) however, no one knows of your relationship with him. Not even Ricardo and he knows the most about you.

✎ What Popular! Reader thinks of him: Despite what many thought of you, you viewed marriage as sacred. You only ‘cheated’ on Justin because you didn’t want him to get killed. Once a promise is made it best be kept and treasured.

✎ And Daniel broke the most beautiful promise of them all.

✎ He’s one of the few people you actually strongly felt for. Unfortunately for him, it’s disdain.

A/N : This is the most filthiest thing I’ve written on this blog so far. I need to take a bath of holy water after this.

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There’s just not enough Perv!Steve out there. || pt.2

• 18+ content !! minors fuck off

|| i’ve gotten some requests for more perv!steve. poor guy is the love of my life so i am back with more.

part 1

cw: slightly darker themes!! window watching/voyeurism, foot fetish if you squint , degradation, oral (f receiving) , light corruption kink, marking/bruising (not impact play, steve bruises reader on accident during a game.), idk how to tag things pls tell me if i missed something.

reader is a bit more clueless/innocent this go around. still not sure how to categorize this but here we go!!

perv!steve who keeps the ac in his car on the lowest setting every day of summer cause he likes to see you squirm and shudder. your nipples manage to peak their way through every top you own. it’s a sight that makes his mouth water. if only you knew how much he loves your pretty tits.

how he wishes he could reach over and flick the stiff little buds.

perv!steve who purposely drives his car through deep mud puddles so he can call you and beg you to help him clean it.

that is the third time this month? it doesn’t even rain that much in hawkins.

he goes on and on about how his dad will have a cow and a half if he sees the car in this condition.

perv!steve who ends up needing to excuse himself to the garage. slumping over against the drink fridge, a hand stuffed down the front of his sudsy little basketball shorts. quick desperate squeezes of his heavy cum filled balls to try and do away with the throbbing mess that is his cock.

jesus fucking christ—..

he didn’t expect you to take your shirt off in the middle of washing his car. certainly didn’t expect you to be wearing that tiny triangle bikini top.

it was hardly covering anything. you’re such a fucking-.. a fucking whore aren’t you?

perv!steve who realized he can see directly into your bedroom window if he parks his car in front of the neighbors yard.

why don’t you ever close your curtains all the way? you’re such a fucking performer for him. you like being watched.

he loves it. it quickly becomes a nightly routine. drop you off at home. drive off once you get inside the door. make a u-turn at the stop sign. park behind the big willow tree in the neighbors yard. he’d watch you for hours if he could but he’s not that brave yet. and more importantly he’s a good boy, remember?

if you were to catch him and ask what he’d been doing he’d simply say he was making sure you got in safely. your parents out of town he just wants to be extra cautious. it has absolutely nothing to do with the fact that if he parks the car just right he has a perfect view of your bed. he loves watching you run inside and strip the clothes off from the day.

you never wear pajamas, do you? dirty little thing.

the most you tend to settle for is an old t shirt. though he realized very quickly that you are not a fan a pants, but you are a fan of those adorable little panties with the lace trim and little bows right above your puffy mound. holy shit— it drove him insane. he’d give anything to be able to join you in your bedroom. to kiss your pretty ankles. to feel the heat that emanates off your cunt from beneath the cotton. if you just gave him the opportunity he’d take such good care of you. teach you everything you need to know to be a good little pet for him.

perv!steve who invites you and the rest of the gang over to swim in his parents pool. suggesting a game of chicken, immediately placing dibs on you just so he can get a chance to feel your body. his curious hands wandering only slightly to different areas on your pillow soft thighs. if you weren’t so caught up in trying to push robin off eddie’s shoulders you might’ve noticed the hand that was dancing dangerously close to the curve of your ass. neither you nor him seemed to realize how tightly he’d been squeezing you since the game started. it wasn’t on purpose, truth is he’s just trying not to focus on the fact that your sex is rubbing up against the back of his neck.

if he jostles you hard enough it might make some part of your suit slip. but he won’t, he can’t embarrass you like that.

he cares far too much about your modesty, as we’ve previously established. he’s a good boy.

perv!steve who can’t fucking believe he was holding you so tightly during the game, yesterday. completely taken aback by the sight of little bruises peppering your velvety smooth skin. or perhaps he was just taken aback by the sight of you hiking your skirt to show off your lower half.

he can see the adorable bow sitting just above your perfect little mound. it’s pink today...

each mark matched perfectly to the shape of one of steve’s fingertips.

fucking hell—..

the pitiful little pout you give him over the mess of bruises made him melt.

he just wants to ruin you. completely fucking ruin you.

seeing remnants of himself scattered about your limbs has him reeling. he reaches out cautiously, searching your big sad eyes for any sign of discomfort. his bottom lip poking out to mimic the pout you’d given him.

your voice whiny, you seemed utterly inconvenienced by his roughness.

“stevie.” you huff.

“what am i gonna do? i can’t wear that dress y’ bought me now.”

oh, you poor thing.

he touched over the tender skin, voice laced with artificial concern. “aw i’m sorry, pumpkin. didn’t mean to get so rough with you..”

words trailing off for just a moment, thumb finding the darkest of the bruises pressing into it slightly. you wince, poking your lip out even farther. you’re gonna end up tripping over that thing at this rate.

“hey hey, shh.. let me help you, how about that? i can make you feel better if you let me.” he carries on like before, crouching down to further examine the markings.

the confused tilt of your head makes him smile. his expression is gentle, though his intentions with you are nothing shy of absolutely filthy.you didn’t need to know that yet. there was something about the position you two were in that made your stomach flutter. holding the fabric of your skirt up for your best friend steve to see from your waist down felt.. funny. you trusted him though, wholeheartedly.

“help me how?” you question, maybe steve knows some neat trick to make bruises go away.

the genuine confusion behind your expression makes him smile. hands still caressing over the deep purple markings.

“ ill give each of em a kiss, how about that?” your mouth opened to speak, though no answer fell from your tongue.

steve? your best friend steve offering to kiss you better?

something felt strange about that, you'd never heard of friends kissing each other but, steve never did you any wrong. a heat washes over you, suddenly feeling shy but you nod.

perv!steve who does not need anymore encouragement beyond that simple nod. hands moving up to grab your hips--

“sit down for me, baby. gonna fix it.” he instructs you back a few inches, gently pushing you to sit down on the couch behind you.

if you knew any better you’d be able to recognize the hunger in his eyes. settling himself between your legs, he looks over you taking in the vision before him. you sitting there, legs spread open for him. the white fabric thin enough to show him the outline of your little clit. tracing around the sensitive button with his eyes, fixed on it as if it were a target.

soon.

he’s gotta warm you up a bit first. starting at the lowest marks to be found on your legs, thumbprints on the inside of each ankle. his pillowy soft lips pressing a damp kiss to each bruise. hands grabbing your little feet one at a time, massaging them for just a moment. images of your socked feet up against his aching bulge flashing through his mind.

later.

he carried his way up, starting just above your knee, following around to the outside of your thighs. every mark getting a soft wet kiss. steve was right, this was helping, but it didn't make up for all the pairs of pants you're gonna have to wear for the next week.

with only three kisses left, steve noticed a change in you. you'd started to stir a bit, the pace of your breath changing as he started towards the softer skin that was your inner thighs.

that's my girl.

he stopped to speak, staying close enough for your cunt to feel the heat of his breath with every word.

“what’s the matter, baby?” he feigned cluelessness, though he could see the damp spot forming on the soft cotton that covered you.

the closeness of it all making you stir. if you shifted any more his nose would've bumped against your throbbing clit.

“just feels funny..” you shrug, desperately wanting to close your legs but steve’s broad shoulders held them open.

you knew about sex, you weren't that much of a prude. though you weren’t very well versed in sex either. you knew the logistics of how it happens. you'd been touched before but never like this. truth be told, the most you'd ever gotten was dry humped by youth pastor marcus in the church bathroom. this didn't feel like that though, friends don't do these kinds of things.

its silly to want your best friend to touch you like this, right?

steve felt himself growing harder by the second. cock beginning to leak into his jeans.

big hands coming up to massage over your thighs, steve offering you a smile. “ i know it does but its okay, princess. just taking care of you like I always do. you gonna let me finish taking care of you?”

looking at you expectantly, his hands slowly moving closer to your dampening cunt. though you hadn't verbally answered yet, your body seemed to give him the go ahead. legs parting even more, hips sinking down to push your sex closer to his face.

jesus fucking christ..

he moved with caution at first, lips covering the few stray marks that were left. each one pulling a whimper from you. he moved his way to where you needed him most. nose bumping up against the sticky wet mess. still covered by your underwear, he couldn't help but bury his face against you. the tip of his nose pressing right up against your sensitive little clit causing you to whine out. he inhaled deeply,

fuck— he just can't get enough of you.

the smell was intoxicating. the dampness seeping through, smearing across his lips. he’d dreamed of how you’d taste, but the real thing was so much fucking better. he peered up at you from time to time, watching your jaw fall open, big googly eyes staring down at him.

you're so very easy, aren't you?

perv!steve who began to lapping at the white cloth, tongue licking long flat stripes against you. his actions were gentle, but raunchy. nose and mouth buried between your pudgy lips, the fabric adding an odd sensation to the mix. it pulled the most filthy sounds from you. unsure of where to put your hands, you found yourself gripping at the couch cushions, nails digging into the spongey seat.

"s-..teve" you choked on your words.the way you were already unraveling filled him with amusement.

"need you." you managed to get the rest of your sentence out.

need him. you need steve.

as much as he'd like to make things go his way, this was about you. he needed to make sure you're aware of just how much he'd like to offer you. he sat back for a second, pushing his hair out of his face.

"you're gonna forget all about the bruises, mmkay? i promise." he nodded, fingers looping in your underwear pulling them off your body.

he stuffed the soaking wet pair into his back pocket, not caring if you saw or not. a new pair for the collection. he took a minute to stare, reaching between his legs to palm at his aching cock. balls begging to break free from the tight denim. this was not about him though, he'd deal with it later.

might even let you watch. if you behave..

you whined desperately at his words, legs parting enough to pull your sticky wet folds apart. slick coating every bit of you.

"you're gonna be the fucking death of me." he groaned, sitting forward, hands grabbing at the plush of your hips.

you felt yourself clench, clit throbbing desperately for attention. he didn't let you go untouched for long. he dove directly in, tongue attaching itself to your clit, moving in slow circles. the direct contact making your hips buck, clit grinding down against his tongue. your eagerness pulling a groan from him, his tongue vibrating against you. your head fell back against the couch, mouth hung open, the most beautiful sounds spilling out of you. the hands that held the couch found their way to his hair. holding him in place so that you could rut helplessly against his mouth.

steve let you use him to your liking, adoring your lusftulness. he moved around a bit, tongue moving down to fuck your greedy hole, in and out, working against your slippery walls. his nose made for the most perfect toy to get yourself off with. much better than the pillow you'd usually resort to at night. it didn't take you long to reach your end. stomach starting to churn, your thighs clamping around his head. one of his arms hooked around your hips, holding you still so that he could continue to fuck your tight hole. the other trailing up your body to grab a handful of your tit, pinching your nipple between his fingers. the added attention making your walls clamp down around his tongue.

he didn't bother encouraging you with words, not wanting to take his mouth off you. within seconds you were thrashing. your marked up thighs trembling helplessly. a string of noises and messy words falling from your lips as you humped against his face, gushing all over his tongue. he stayed like that until you were settled again, finishing you off with a kiss to your swollen clit. the sudden contact making you whine weakly.

steve let you wind down on your own for a moment before climbing up onto the couch to sit with you. lifting his arm up to let you splay yourself over him like a tired little puppy. he enjoyed seeing you like this. all glossy eyed and fucked out after just one orgasm.

god-.. he can't wait to ruin every bit of you.

he held you close, trying not to pay much attention to the painful mess between his own legs.

" feeling better, princess?” he asked quietly, a smile painting over his lips at your lazy nod.

"you were so good for me. proud of you." he cooed, mind combing through the list of different things he was gonna teach you.

#s.h.#perv!steve harrington #stranger things smut #steve harrington smut #steve harrington x reader #ahh this is long #part 3 maybe?#perv!steve #casey writes

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vivithefolle · 1 year

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What are your thoughts on the bad future in Cursed Child where Hermione basically becomes Snape as a teacher just because she didn't get with Ron?

Oh, I'd written a Quora answer about that! Let me get it-

In the alternated universe in Cursed Child, Hermione became a Snape-like professor because she lost Ron. Is it just bad writing because she'd never be like that? Why?

Au contraire, I think it’s the only bit of characterization in this garbage play that makes sense.

And I’m not saying that because I love Ron, I’m saying that because I know Hermione rather well - I’ve been a very Hermioneish person in my life.

I’ve been that girl who wanted to answer every question I knew the answer to, because I liked to show off what I knew, I liked it when the teacher validated me, I liked to be seen as clever by the adults. The adults were the most important people, after all they were the ones who handed out the punishments. Therefore it was important that I endear myself to the adults considering that they were the only people who could protect me from the other kids’ bullying.

I was bullied. A lot. As a result, I hated my schoolmates. I despised them with all my being. I only trusted the adults and a select few fellow kids who didn’t bully me. My philosophy? “The adults are always right. I’m always right, unless the adults say otherwise. My friends are always right, unless the adults or I say otherwise. Everyone else is stupid and useless.”

Notice a pattern?

It’s quite easy really. The more I was bullied, the tighter I shut myself out. Every new act of bullying was only vindicating me. The world is made of idiots, idiots and more idiots. There’s nothing out there but idiots, and they prey on the smart people like me.

When Hermione made friends with Harry and Ron, thankfully, they stopped her from leaping into misanthropy entirely. They grounded her, gave her something to look forward to other than school. They made her realize that people who don’t care for school aren’t necessarily complete dumbasses who’ll never achieve anything with their lives. They brought some humanity to her. Some much-needed emotion and empathy.

They got her away from her feeling of superiority and made her accept that she wasn’t perfect, something that is incredibly important considering that being perfect is impossible.

[…] Harry headed straight back to the Gryffindor common room, where he found Ron and Hermione playing chess. Chess was the only thing Hermione ever lost at, something Harry and Ron thought was very good for her.

(Lookit those two Dads parenting their perfectionnist daughter. Iconic.)

Okay, so, we know how Hermione reacted when Ron dated Lavender Brown, right?

No, I’m not talking about the birds, I’m talking about after that. After she threw her hissy fit, she went on to bully Ron for months on end.

“Hi, Parvati!” said Hermione, ignoring Ron and Lavender completely. “Are you going to Slughorn’s party tonight?” “No invite,” said Parvati gloomily. “I’d love to go, though, it sounds like it’s going to be really good… You’re going, aren’t you?” “Yes, I’m meeting Cormac at eight, and we’re -” There was a noise like a plunger being withdrawn from a blocked sink and Ron surfaced. Hermione acted as though she had not seen or heard anything. “- we’re going up to the party together.” “Cormac?” said Parvati. “Cormac McLaggen, you mean?” “That’s right,” said Hermione sweetly. “The one who almost” - she put a great deal of emphasis on the word - “became Gryffindor Keeper.” “Are you going out with him, then?” asked Parvati, wide-eyed. “Oh - yes - didn’t you know?” said Hermione, with a most un-Hermione-ish giggle. “No!” said Parvati, looking positively agog at this piece of gossip. “Wow, you like your Quidditch players, don’t you? First Krum, then McLaggen…” “I like really good Quidditch players,” Hermione corrected her, still smiling. “Well, see you… Got to go and get ready for the party…”

And

“How did you do?” asked Ron, hurrying toward Harry. “I think I felt something the last time I tried - a kind of tingling in my feet.” “I expect your trainers are too small, Won-Won,” said a voice behind them, and Hermione stalked past, smirking.

You know how many pages there are between these two happenings? Seventy. 70!! In-universe, it goes from December to freaking March!

And by being away from Ron, Hermione also reduces the time she spends with Harry. Because Harry won’t seek Hermione out, it’s always Hermione who will come see him - and only if she has something to tell him.

So, without Ron, Hermione would consequentially drift away from Harry. Without Ron to bicker with, without Ron to act as a buffer between her controlling tendencies and Harry’s rebellious nature, Hermione would close herself off and ignore other people.

Now, as for why she’s a She-Snape when it comes to students?

Well duh! Have you seen Hermione?

Ron, at the next table, wasn’t having much more luck. “Wingardium Leviosa!” he shouted, waving his long arms like a windmill. “You’re saying it wrong.” Harry heard Hermione snap. “It’s Wing-gar-dium Levi-o-sa, make the ‘gar’ nice and long.”

She loudly points out Ron’s failure, getting everyone’s attention and making him feel humiliated, because she was so sure she knew better than him. That she happens to perform better than him right afterwards just makes Ron feel even worse.

She wasn’t nice, she wasn’t friendly, she wasn’t helpful. She shot him down by snapping at him and only then did she try to help him, but she was already “the aggressor” in Ron’s mind. Of course he wasn’t going to react nicely to anything she’d have to say afterwards!

“All right – I only came in here because people outside are behaving very childishly, racing up and down the corridors,” said Hermione in a sniffly voice. “And you’ve got dirt on your nose, by the way, did you know?”

Note that here, this is Harry’s narration. Harry thinks of Hermione’s voice as “sniffly”. It’s about on par with Draco’s “sneering” in terms of positive first impressions.

And look at that! “people outside are behaving very childishly”, that’s an 11 years old speaking! She’s just as much of a kid as her peers yet she already has an overinflated sense of her own maturity. *sighs* Believe me, I know from experience that this can only end in tears.

And it’s what would make her miserable should she become a teacher.

Without Harry and Ron with her to remind her that she’s human and faillible, Hermione would ignore other people’s needs as well as her own.

We already see that she can be somewhat gentle to people like Neville, maybe because Neville is kind of the equivalent of a “special needs” kid in the Wizarding World, but with other students like Harry and Ron, whom she assumes are just dumb or not trying hard enough? She’s harsh. Snappish. She can’t understand how they don’t understand stuff that to her is so easy!

Now take Harry and Ron and multiply them by 10. And put Hermione in charge of them all.

She’s gonna go insane in a couple weeks.

A few years and she’ll have lost any sort of enjoyment she may have gotten from passing on her knowledge.

Hermione is not a good pedagogue, like the books show us multiple times - she has an easy time learning because she can memorize her books, but not all students are like this. When someone doesn’t understand what she understands, she makes a snippy remark, act as though they should know and make them feel dumb and in the process snuff out their interest for what she had to say.

Hermione Granger would be a complete nightmare of a teacher, because she has no patience and has a very “if I can do it, so can you” mentality, and she also tends to assume the worst in others. She’s not suited to a role that requires her to interact with people on a daily basis (also why she would make a terrible Minister for Magic).

#vivi answers #ron weasley #hermione granger #harry potter #ron weasley defense squad #ron weasley defence squad #hp meta

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byjwn · 2 years

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박성훈 envy of you

sunghoon x fem! reader .. fluff, popular boy and unknown girl au. minimal cursing. she envied the life that he lived and wanted everything that he had, without knowing that he felt the same way.

you hated park sunghoon. you hated almost everything about him. but you only hated him because of how much you admired him and the life lived. you watched him and his best friend, nishimura riki, laugh and tease each other as they sat at the front of the class. you always wondered what it was like to have a super close friend like that. the last friend you could recall was in kindergarten, but she moved away to the states not too long after you had befriended her. ever since then, you have been alone. nobody ever really noticed you. you were practically non-existent to everyone at school, or so you thought.

sunghoon on the other hand was the most known guy in school. everyone loved him and would throw themselves at him just to get a single “hello.” you’d be lying if you said you couldn’t understand why people liked him so much, but you did understand. just looking at him was an honor because of how beautiful he was. he was also one of the nicest guys you have ever come across. you haven’t spoken a single word to him and he hasn’t spoken one to you either, but overhearing all the conversations he has with other students, you can tell how genuine he was. park sunghoon was the closest to the definition of perfect you can get.

you averted your gaze from the duo to look at the blank piece of paper on your desk that was supposed to be filled with notes. you frowned, tapping your pen repeatedly on your desk. as you continued to stare at your paper, you had an odd feeling that someone was staring at you, so you looked up. your eyes examined every student in your class, but they were all too busy to pay attention to you in the slightest.

the school day had finally reached its end and you were making your way to the bus stop. you were typically the only one who rode the bus to school and back home since everyone else got a ride from their parents or friends. you finally decided to look up from your feet when you noticed a muscular body standing at the bus stop. the closer you walked, the more you recognized this figure. park sunghoon. ‘what is he doing here? he never takes the bus.’ you thought to yourself, reaching the bus stop but keeping a decent distance between you and him. you stared back at your feet to avoid him looking at you, not that he would even think to anyway.

“do you usually take the bus?” you heard his kind voice ask you. your breath hitched as you struggled to spit out words in response. you took a quick glance at him, and he gave you an inviting smile, before nodding yes. he shook his head in agreement, “that’s cool. this is my first time taking it actually.” you stayed silent, hoping that he wouldn’t make any more small talk so you could escape this confusing dream.

the bus finally showed up and you quickly made your way into the bus, sitting all the way in the back. little did you expect that park sunghoon would sit one seat away from you. he turned to look at you, again with that beautiful smile of his, “you’re y/n, right?” “how do you know my name?” you questioned him back. he let out a soft chuckle, “i know not many people talk to you or anything, but don’t think anyone doesn’t know you exist.”

"well i wouldn’t really expect someone as popular as you to know i exist," you responded with a frown, twiddling your thumbs in your lap. "it’s really not all that great being popular, you know. your friends aren’t really your friends. they just want that status too." you furrowed your eyebrows, "what do you mean?" "i mean, they just want to be popular and have this big group of friends. it almost makes them feel cool. in all honesty, i’d rather be like you. quiet and reserved with nobody to bug me." you were shocked, to say the least. park sunghoon said he wanted to be like you rather than experience the life he has right now. "you really don’t, sunghoon. i want friends like you do. nobody even pays attention to me but everyone loves you."

“you don’t.”

you haven’t spoken to sunghoon since that day you rode the bus together. you’ve seen him multiple times in school, but he hasn’t even attempted to spare a single glance at you. you couldn’t help but feel sad at how she could say such a thing and then never even look at you again.

you sat at an empty lunch table, picking at your food with your fork but not having a big enough appetite to eat it. all you could think about was park sunghoon and that conversation you two shared. “is this seat taken?”, you heard the familiar voice say from above you before being accompanied by another body sitting next to you. speak of the devil, park sunghoon. “why are you sitting here?” you asked him, going back to picking at your food. “well it doesn’t look like anyone else was sitting here, so why not?” he said before digging into his average lunch meal. you looked behind you to spot sunghoon’s usual lunch table where he eats and hangs out with his other friends. all their eyes were on you with a glaring look.

“your friends don’t look too happy that you’re sitting with me.” “fuck them. i want to feel normal for once” he said with his mouthful of rice before chugging down half the bottle of his water. you chuckled at the cute bunny looking boy and began chowing down on your own food.

ever since then, you and sunghoon became closer and closer every day. you could tell that you were starting to fall for him and you liked to think that he felt the same way. “what are you gonna do now? since your friends don’t like you anymore.” sunghoon raised his eyebrows at your sudden question, “hang with you, of course. i prefer it this way anyway.” sunghoon smirked as he saw the blush start to creep on your cheeks as you tried to hide your smile. he began to speak again, “i think this is what i needed. i needed you. i feel so more alive when i’m with you and i never want that to change”

you looked up at sunghoon before nodding your head, agreeing that you felt the exact same way. sunghoon grabbed the side of your face and caressed your cheek as he observed how beautiful you were, “and what if i told you i wanted to be something more?”

authors note ; i cant really tell if i like this or not lol but let me know what you guys think. i’m gonna try and be more active just because i really want to write more as it’s a fun hobby of mine. requests are open btw so feel free to send some or even just can’t with me through my ask box !

#enhypen #enhypen fanfiction #enhypen fic #enhypen angst #enhypen imagines #enhypen fluff #enhypen reactions #enhypen texts #enhypen writers #kpop imagines #kpop fanfic #kpop fluff #sunghoon #enhypen sunghoon #sunghoon imagines #sunghoon fanfic #sunghoon fluff

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eiightysixbaby · 10 months

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there’s an image in my head of lovesick! Eddie asking Steve how he does his hair because he’s about to meet readers parents and he gets all insecure. I’m just imagining how us, the reader, would calm him down and convince him to wear his casual style.

oh my god please I love lovesick!Eddie so much.

You step into the trailer, shoes pressing into the worn carpet as you shut the door behind you.

“Eddie? Eds?” you call out, surprised he hadn’t answered the door when you’d knocked.

You hear a frustrated grumble coming from down the hall, the bathroom light leaving the narrow hallway coated in a subtle glow. You trod down to the small room on the right, stopping in your tracks when you see Eddie staring determinedly into the mirror. There’s about 3 different kinds of hair spray on the counter, a bottle of mousse, a brush and a comb, the latter of which he has in his hand, and even a spray bottle full of water.

“Eddie, babe…. what are you doing?” you ask him, stifling a confused laugh.

He glances at you for the first time like he’s only just realizing you’re there, his eyes almost wild.

“My hair,” is all he says, turning back to his reflection as he picks up a bottle of hairspray and shakes it.

“Ed, you never use product on your hair. Are you feeling okay?” you ask him teasingly, reaching out to touch his arm gently.

He drops the comb and the bottle of spray with a huff, pressing the heels of his palms over his eyes.

“Promise you won’t laugh at me…” he mumbles.

You shake your head slightly. “Eddie, what-”

“I asked Steve for advice on how to do my hair, cause his always looks so nice…. ‘n I don’t wanna meet your parents looking like a freak, or a slob,” he looks at you with pitiful eyes, turning to the mirror once more. “But now I just look like Bozo the goddamn clown,” he groans at his current appearance, hair thoroughly mussed from all of his efforts.

It had taken Eddie a significant amount of hyping himself up earlier in the day to shove his pride aside enough to ask Steve for hair advice. Steve had initially thought Eddie was joking, telling him to cut the shit if he was just going to mock him for having a hair routine. Once he found out Eddie was serious, he gave him his best recommendations, sending Eddie on his way.

Now he stands in front of you, trying things that clearly aren’t working for his hair, looking honest to god close to tears. You knew he’d been nervous to meet your parents, wanting to make the best impression possible.

“Oh,” you sigh softly, pulling Eddie to face you. “Eddie, your hair is perfect the way it is naturally,” you insist, frowning when he shakes his head.

“You’re obligated t’say that,” he grumbles.

“No, I’m saying it because it’s true. Plus, my parents aren’t going to judge you over something as silly as your hair. They don’t want you to look like Steve, they see him enough” you laugh. “They want you to look like you.”

He eyes you skeptically, his now poofy curls framing his face.

“I’m serious, Eddie. And besides, I really don’t care what my parents think. I love you, for you. I don’t want you to try and be someone else tonight, or ever,” you say, cupping his face in your hands.

“You’re right,” Eddie scoffs. “I’m sorry for being stupid. I love you so much,” he smiles at you, his face twisting into a grimace when he remembers the current state of his hair.

“Think your parents will be mad if we’re a little late? I’m gonna redo my hair real quick,” he says. “The normal way,” he adds, making you giggle.

“Hurry up, Bozo,” you shove him playfully, going to sit in his room while you wait.

When Eddie returns, maybe ten minutes later, he’s towel drying his hair, his pretty curls already looking perfect. His concern for wanting to look good for your parents makes your heart swell, and you make sure he feels that love in the way you pull him in for a kiss that nearly makes his knees weak. The whole ride to your parents’ place, Eddie is much more relaxed than he had been, feeling confident in his appearance - without ten gallons of hairspray and mousse. His blatant love for you is more than enough to make your parents love him, and maybe he even gets some compliments on his hair from your mother, much to his pleasure.

#leah’s got mail 💌#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson blurb

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buffysummers · 1 year

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Okay, so not to be a hater, but I just need to go on a little rant.

I’ve been rewatching Gilmore Girls (shocking, I know!) and every time I rewatch this show, the more irritated I become with Lorelai. So much of her parenting is a red flag to me. I’m only on 2.16, but I have a list so here it is:

Inviting Dean to their movie night once she finds out that Rory and Dean kissed. I’m sorry, but WHAT? This is a perfect example of Lorelai not being able to maintain the balance of mother/friend. She seems to forget here that she is, in fact, Rory’s mom and not simply her best friend, so she crosses a major boundary. In what world would a daughter want to have her first date with the guy she likes... with her mom there? Lorelai was really struggling and upset that Rory didn’t tell her about the kiss, so she completely overcompensates here. She’s trying so hard to act like she’s okay with it that she behaves in such a bizarre and erratic way.

Completely freaking out on Rory for staying out all night. I know this situation was majorly heightened because Emily happened to be there, but there’s no excuse for Lorelai’s reaction. She just automatically makes the assumption that because Rory was out all night that she must have been having sex. As Rory points out to her, she should know her better than that. Saying she’s going on the pill etc! Lorelai continues to stigmatize sex here. I know that she was worried, any mother would be if her child didn’t come home. But she spent most of the time lecturing Rory about sex.

Getting mad at Rory for asking Emily for help with their termite issue. Yes, Lorelai should be able to figure things out on her own, but once again, the lines between mother/friend are blurred here. She says to Rory that she is the parent and she needs to be the one taking charge and making the calls, but can we blame Rory for forgetting that they aren’t equals? Especially when Lorelai is being so immature about this. Like, she’s too proud to ask her parents for help? Most people would kill to be as privileged as Lorelai in this situation. A lot of people can’t turn to their parents when they need help. It’s just frustrating when Lorelai acts like she’s poor sometimes/etc when like girl you are not lol.

The whole basket thing with Jess. Her siding with Dean simply because she doesn’t like Jess. This woman is so petty I can’t lol. There’s nothing wrong with Rory keeping her word, and she’s also allowed to have other friends. She got pizza and went to the bookstore with Jess? Alert the police!!!

This is less about parenting and more about Lorelai just being... completely embarrassing so I’m not adding it to the list. But Lorelai is quite literally beefing and fighting with a teenager, aka Jess. I will never get over how pathetic and weird she is about him. She just yelled at him and said that Rory is “madly in love with Dean” I’m sorry but WHO talks about their 16-year-old daughter’s relationship like this?? It’s fucking weird!!!

Not to mention she never even gave Jess a fair chance. He called her out on her feelings on Luke (in a crass way, but come on... he’s 17 lol) and she blows up on him? She basically has a temper tantrum and this tantrum has yet to end. Not to mention she’s pretty patronizing to Luke about how he’s handling Jess when at least he talks to Jess and doesn’t bicker with him 24/7??? It’s just so weird and the fact that she never, ever treats Jess fairly. Even in “A Year in the Life” she’s still super fucking petty like this woman is a child I’m sorry.

I love her but she is a whiny baby and not a good mother... It’s crazy because growing up I wished I could be close to my mom like Rory is... But actually their dynamic is not only unrealistic (we all knew this already ofc) but also just not good for Rory at all???

Ok rant over sorry y’all jsdgsdg

#gilmore girls #anti lorelai gilmore #rambles

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to-the-stars8 · 11 months

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A Moment in a Million

Summary; Before the end, and just at the beginning, Miguel and Gabriella eat McDonald's at midnight.

Miguel had learned very quickly that being a parent wasn’t something you could just pick up overnight. It was a process—One to which he had jumped into head first with nothing other than faith and love. He picked up a few things quickly, like what Gabriella’s schedule was or what foods she did and didn’t enjoy. Those small lessons didn’t quite equate to bigger ones. Emotional turmoil and misunderstandings caused a bit of a rift in their small family, but Miguel was never one to give up so easily.

The harder moments were due to the gaps in knowledge between Miguel and the dead version of himself. Gabriella might have been his daughter, but there was a realization that he didn’t know of her much more than that. It took a little while, but he eventually got the ropes of the situation he was in.

He got into their routine and listened to her with every decibel of hearing he had. She was a smart girl, too smart for her own good sometimes, so she easily detected that something was amiss at first but pushed no further than stating the dislike of his forgetfulness.

Still, none of that dissuaded his want for this life.

Sure, it didn’t work out all the time, Miguel was a realist in some capacity so he knew it wouldn’t be perfect. Nonetheless, when he came home to his daughter, whether it was little, childish disagreements or loving moments that he’d only ever seen in movies, he still craved that life. The real, healthy sense of home he had been wanting was right there. Sometimes he couldn’t believe it.

It was in the silliest moments did he realize that he had finally taken what he wanted, essentially having his cake and eating it, too.

The first moment like that, the one that he could remember, was surprisingly eating McDonald’s at midnight in a parking lot. Neither he nor Gabriella could sleep, and when she said she was hungry, Miguel agreed.

“Dad, we should go to McD’s,” She said, rubbing her hands over her stomach. “Because my tummy is speaking to me and it’s saying ‘chicken nuggets and fries’.”

He snorted at her eight-year-old sense of humor and relented. It was a bad, irresponsible idea, but the smile that graced his daughter’s face was well worth it. He hardly had time to put on his shoes before she was at the front door yelling at him to hurry.

“If you take any longer they’re gonna be serving breakfast!” She whined.

“No, they won’t, Gabi, we’ll make it,” Miguel said before grabbing his car keys. As Gabriella sprinted out the door he mumbled to himself, “For my sake, I hope they aren’t.”

Miguel found Gabriella in the front seat of the car, looking at him like she wasn’t going to move for the life of her. Unfortunately, the amount of stubbornness she had was inherited from him.

Quickly, he quipped back in Spanish, using the same tone as his mother used when she was upset, “Get in the back seat, or we go back inside.”

There were a few moments of silence before her stubbornness gave way to the need for nuggets. Gabriella made it a point to declare how much she would rather sit in the front since the whole trip was her idea as she buckled herself in. Miguel, fortunately, knew better than to poke the already seething bear.

The rest of the car ride was quiet, and Miguel looked back in the rearview to make sure Gabi was still there. She was but could see the silent whirring of the car was starting to pull at her sleepiness. For a minute, Miguel thought about just driving around until she fell asleep.

Just like when she was a baby— Miguel stopped the thought short, remembering that he didn’t know whether or not that happened. He could only assume because it was a small instance in his dream. He simmered on the thought until he saw the Golden Arches.

Gabi must have seen them first by the way she was suddenly there again, giving a hearty squeal of excitement before going on to chant for chicken nuggets. Luckily, there wasn’t much of a line, and when he pulled up to the intercom Gabriella had already told him her order three times.

“Yeah, a chicken nugget happy meal,” Miguel said.

Gabi excitedly added, “With the toy, Dad! With the toy, please!”

He was proud of her for at least using her manners. “With the toy. And then, get me two Big Macs with fries and a soda.”

Gabriella giggled in the backseat, reaching forward just enough to brush the back of his arm as he finished their order. Miguel looked in the rearview mirror at her. “What is it, baby?”

“Hold my hand,” Gabriella desperately tried to grab at him again, though was too far out of reach and held back by her seatbelt.

Miguel’s heart squeezed when he had to tell her he couldn’t. “Not yet, baby. Let me pay this nice lady and get our food, then I’ll hold your hand.”

She pouted and it tugged at his heartstrings. Gabriella, Miguel’s sweet girl, could plan to set the world on fire and he’d be there with gasoline to help because he loved her that much.

“Dad,” She said, kicking her feet when they finally got their food. “Do we have to go home right away? Can we eat in the car somewhere like usual?”

That wasn’t a memory with him she was talking about, but he would fucking make it one if it made Gabriella happy. Either out of love or spite for his luckier, dead self, he agreed, asking her where. The park, where she could watch the city light twinkle— her words, but Miguel wouldn’t rebuff her child-like view of the world. The parking lot to the city park was empty, which made it perfect for looking out toward the never-ending expansion of Nueva York.

As soon as the car was in park Gabriella was climbing over the center console to sit in the front seat. Miguel had to quickly move the bags out of the way before she sat on them, lightly reprimanding her for not being more conscious of her surroundings.

After her apology, she finally started to dig into the food she’d long awaited for. Gabriella had a set order of things when it came to eating food in the car. She would set the small box of chicken nuggets in her lap before laying the fries in the open part of the box, then, after making sure the toy was to her liking, held out her hand toward him expectantly.

“Hold my hand, Dad,” Gabriella’s tone told him that her little sign to him should have been obvious.

Miguel, after making sure he could still eat his burger with one hand, put his free one into hers. Gabriella hummed happily before munching on her nuggets, eyes trained on the city outside.

“Do you think tomorrow, after school, we could come back here,” She asked.

Miguel squeezed her hand. He hoped this world’s original Miguel loved his daughter as much as he did. “Sure, baby. But, we’re not getting any more McDonalds. Two days of it in a row is bad for your health.”

She giggled and said, “Okay. We should get pizza and bring it here!”

“No,” He paused to lean over to kiss her head. “We’ll have a picnic, so we can make stuff at home.”

Gabriella gasped, before going on a tangent about what they could make. She suggested brownies, empanadas, a few other sweets, and everything that did not equal a healthy dinner for a growing girl. Miguel loved Gabriella but knew he couldn’t make her eat any more junk food. As he let her go on, that’s when he realized this is what he wanted. The moments like this that would seem so small to anyone else, but to him were something so new and exciting.

Halfway through her rant he suddenly said, “Little girl, I love you so much.”

Gabriella seemed surprised by the sudden announcement, but, like her father used to be, was never one to turn away from love. She looked down bashfully before leaning her head on his arm. “I love you, too, Dad.”

Miguel leaned over to kiss Gabriella’s forehead, but accidentally knocked over the soda in cupholders all over her and the front seat. Between him cussing in Spanish and Gabriella shrieking that her shorts were now covered in soda, Miguel found himself laughing at how lucky he was.

He hoped there were going to be millions of memories like this one, even if in the span of multiple universes they were just mere fleeting moments.

#gabriella o'hara #miguel o'hara #miguel spiderverse #across the spiderverse #spiderman 2099 #miguel ohara #spiderman 2099 spiderverse #atsv miguel #miguel spiderman

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comfymoth · 8 months

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(duckspiderbit anon) It can be nightmarish... but the hilarity of their dynamics combined and the sudden unexpected sweet moments they share at times make them perfect. Would LOVE to hear your thoughts on them btw, I'm very interested :D

anon i just want you to know that i have been trying to answer this ask since i woke up, i just apparently cannot talk about these fuckers without writing a novel, i am So Sorry.

i’m gonna try to be as short as i possibly can (spoiler warning it’s still not short IM SORRY) but like, basically. basically. in my head, right, in the version of events that lives in my head— roier and quackity already have a history. not exactly dating, just fooling around “as friends”, but it makes their friendship now very overly-familiar. they’re very touchy, very flirty, but at this point it’s all just playful. they’re just very comfortable with each other, you know? they’re best friends! and what best friends Aren’t this close, huh?

and cellbit isn’t fully aware of whatever they had going on before he knew them, but he knows there’s something he missed, like an inside joke he’ll never quite understand. and it’s not like that bothers him, exactly? because him and roier are completely secure, there’s never been a couple more fucking obsessed with each other, he knows he has zero reasons to feel threatened. it’s more like— he knows quackity is always going to special to roier, in this weird way, so they are just stuck with him. for better or worse. me and you and your friend steve, just a little bit, that’s kind of the vibe.

but it’s not like quackity and cellbit don’t also have their own share of familiarity. not nearly to the same extent, obviously, but they are familiar. cellbit gave him partial custody of his child, they’ve taken each others sides in disputes over how to raise said child, richas calls quackity pa, they are very much already stuck with each other anyways.

so like. what do you even do with that. right? what do you call your husband’s not-quite-ex and your co-parent, what does that make him to the two of you. and how is that impacted by the fact that he’s always desperately hitting on you both?

so again, in my head, in my head— i think it Has to be a slow burn with them. because quackity has baggage around relationships, right, he’s had a history of chasing romance just because he thinks it will fix him or make him feel something, and he needs time to cool off on that first. now, he never cools off on the flirting, i don’t think he ever physically could, but he needs to be okay with it not going anywhere. and i think spiderbit needs time to warm up to the opposite idea, that it might actually go somewhere. but over time they do. over time, quackity just worms his way into more and more of their life until they’ve basically made him a part of it without saying. they fall into comfortable routines. cellbit gets used to roier and quackity’s teasing, he starts to join in on it. over time, all the joke flirting just stops really being a joke, and all the friendly affection just escalates and escalates until they finally have to acknowledge what they’re doing.

they’re all very stupid about it. cellbit brings it up to roier first, who is somehow embarrassed because he thought they were all just joking and he was the only one catching feelings which he did NOT wanna think too hard about. they have a talk about what this means for them, come to an agreement, bring it up to quackity— who also somehow thought this was a bit and that they were just doing it all to tease him! and then, somehow, they’re both surprised when he says yes, because they couldn’t tell if he was joking or not. morons all around. they do have braincells, they just short circuit when they’re in a room together, it’s very sad and very comical

i actually…. okay, i Actually might’ve started writing the world’s most self indulgent oneshot about them, like… three or four weeks ago? idk, it was before school started so a bit ago, and i’m just never gonna finish it now i’ve accepted that but i Might just turn part of it into a comic. idk. idk we’ll see ahdkdjd if i don’t get too embarrassed to actually do it

anyways i’m sorry i talked so much i just have demons okay i have demons. and i didn’t even TALK about festa junina or “go take care of him” I MADE SO MANY CUTS GUYS I DID!!!!!

#long post #qsmp #duckspiderbit #sure that’s what we can call them. that works

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singmyaubade · 2 years

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PROM SONG ( GONE WRONG )

| sypnosis: james potter has you, a person who is more daring than him.

| mature : may contain dark themes

| marauders era / james potter

you walked into the building of hogwarts wizarding school, already having the title as the new person.

everyone stared at you in awe due to your unique style and looks, you are glad that you at least get to see new people compared to your old school in france.

you had gotten suspended for recklessness and breaking of the rules but school to you was a teenage wasteland that will consume you until you are nothing.

you studied everyone in the hall with you but what intrigued you was a certain boy with curly hair and a sly grin on his face as he looked at you, he looked to have a unique group as well.

you hopes he was ready for the time he was gonna have with you.

you received your schedule from mcgonagall before heading to the great hall, nothing was more perfect than a late arrival.

before you left, you were sorted into gryffindor and you were hoping the boy was in the same house.

everyone was staring at you but you were looking for the boy you had seen and you were glad to see him wearing the same colors as you as you headed over to him.

you saw him yelling to his friends as they urged him to act normal as you sat down next to him. they all looked at you as you gave them a smile, “im y/n l/n” you introduced yourself.

a boy with scars all over his face and the prettiest face responded first, “remus lupin.” you gave him a nod.

second was a handsome boy with black hair and a charming smile, “sirius black darling.” you gave a nod.

third was another boy with the cutest face and a nicer demeanor, “peter pettigrew at your service.” you smiles, giving him a nod.

lastly was the boy who intrigued you the most, he had a clumsy grin on him with the hottest face you could set your eyes on, “james potter, love.” he extended his hand as you shook it.

“it’s nice to meet all of you,” you started, “i just have to ask but have any of you ever considered starting a boy band?” you joked as they all started laughing.

“i certainly do have the rockstar look.” sirius boasted as remus rolled his eyes.

“yeah, you certainly have the amount of std’s to be one.” peter replied.

sirius grew offended, throwing a peach at him as they all starred bickering.

james turned to you, “where did you move from?” he asked.

“france.” you replied, “where did you move from?” you snickered.

“my parents say i came from another planet but i am not sure if they are joking.” he joked as you laughed.

“as long as you aren’t an alien trying to steal my brain.” you replied.

he laughed as you both continued talking before he invited you to go to the astronomy tower with him.

you panted, “those were a lot of stairs.” you had to catch your breath.

“keep up.” he winked as you rolled your eyes.

“woah.” the stars glinted in your eyes, “it’s beautiful.”

“isn’t it?” he looked up with you.

“how did you find this place?” you asked.

“i have a map.” he laughed as you believed it was a joke.

you both laid on the ground, looking at the stars for what felt like hours.

you rose by your elbows and looked at him as he laid on the ground still, looking into your eyes, “you are by far the brightest star i have ever seen.” you complimented.

he gave you a smile before pushing his head up to kiss you as you replied to it almost immediately, “how did you make it to my school?” he smiled before kissing you again.

he walked you to your dorm, holding your hand in his.

you both were by your dorm door, “be my valentine.” he stated.

you smiled, kissing him before entering your dorm where your dorm mates were sleeping.

you were entirely smitten, you never dreamed that you’d be so happy that you would die.

THE NEXT MONTH

james was talking with the marauders before you ran towards him, “hello hello.” you announced as they all greeted you back, “come with me.” you took james’s hand before running as he quickly yelled by to the marauders.

you both laid on the grass as you laid on him, admiring him as he did the same.

“you are beautiful.” he complimented.

“how beautiful am i?” you asked.

he thought for a few moments, “as beautiful as cleopatra.”

“cleopatra?” you replied.

“i heard she was stunning.” he said, giving you a smile.

“back at ya.” you winked as he looked at you with hints of confusion.

he suddenly started tickling you as you uncontrollably started laughing, trying to get away from him as he chased you.

you guys settled down for a little bit as he held on you on the grass as you started kissing him. you were on top of him as he started pulling on your hair a bit, causing you to moan.

an idea suddenly floated into your head, “we should listen to music.” he smiled, grabbing his wand and doing a swish, it playing a song you had never heard before.

you smiled, “what is this?”

he looked at you in shock, raising up, “the beatles.” you looked confused, “now im gonna make you listen to every single song i know.” he said as you smiled.

he looked at his watch after a while, “shit! we have our second class.” he quickly got up as he grabbed your hand and you both started running to potions.

you both were panting as you made it just in time and sat down next to eachother as he stared at you on pure awe as you applied your cherry lip gloss and fixed your hair.

lily evans whispered to sirius, “who’s that james is with?” she asked as sirius looked at the both of you.

“y/n” he replied, “she’s new.” sirius studies lily’s face for a few seconds before scoffing, “is lily evans jealous of james potter with a new girl?”

she turned red before elbowing sirius in the gut as he held his stomach in pain.

slughorn announced new seats, “evans and potter.” james looked visibly uneasy and you could tell as you gave him a kiss on the lips.

you smiled, “ill see you in a bit.” you squeezed his hand before heading back to your seat.

you introduced yourself to your partner as you looked back at james to see him blushing while he talked to the redhead next to him.

a bit of sadness and jealously bit at you at the same time as you waited for the bells to ring.

you stalked towards them as they were both laughing, “hey, im leaving, are you coming with me?” you asked as they both looked at you.

james paused before nodding and packing his stuff, giving a quick goodbye to lily.

you both decided to go to the common room as you cuddled on the top of him on the couch with a blanket over the both of you, “james.” you said.

“yes my love.” he replied.

“do you like that redhead that sits with you?” you asked before you felt his heartbeat fasten.

“as a friend?” he asked.

“no silly, more than that.” you answered.

“n-no, i mean i used to.” he admitted.

you sat up, looking at him, “are you sure you are over her?” you asked.

“yes.” he said, not entirely knowing if it was true.

you laid back down as you said, “you are my only one.”

he held you tighter, “you are my only one too.”

THE NEXT MONTH

you laughed with james as mcgonagall gave you both a dissatisfied look, “shut up, you bananas.” you whispered.

“are you calling me a fruit?” he whispered back.

“it means you are silly, idiot.” you rolled your eyes.

“coming up with new meanings, aren’t we?“ he said as you giggled.

“what are we doing tonight?” you asked as james’s smile faded.

“me and lily are working on a project for potions, i should’ve told you.” he replied.

“lily and i.” you corrected, giving him a smile, “you should’ve but it’s okay, whatever you have to do.” you gave him a kiss on the cheek.

james promised you he would come to the common room as soon as he was finished but it started getting late so you slept on the couch.

you felt a hand caress your cheek as your eyes fluttered open to see james, “i got caught up with lily, im sorry.” he kissed you on the cheek.

you grinned, “it’s okay, i had a good nap anyways.” you yawned, “how was your study session?”

he grew red, “it was okay.”

you looked at him confused, “you are practically turning into a tomato, are you okay?” you asked, “did something happen?”

he looked away, “james, look at me, it’s okay.” you held his face.

“i kissed her.” he admitted, a tear streaming down his face.

you frowned, “it’s okay if you still like her james.”

“but i don’t wanna lose you.” he cried.

“you won’t lose me, you just need to decide what you want.” you said, “that’s not a crime.”

“i wanna spend my life with the both of you.” he said.

“that’s not how life works james.” you caressed his cheek, “i will be here when you are ready to decide.” you kissed his cheek before walking away to your dorm.

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